My Soul, My Soul

My Soul My Soul My Soul 

She's never going to shake it up 
She'll never be satisfied 

She's never going to eye me right 
The way I want to be eyed 

The way she crimps her curls 
The way she calls that hog 
The way she sips her tea 
The way she smokes that log 
The way she bangs the wall 
The way she walks the dog 

I showed her my invitation 
If she didn't go and scratch me off 

She gave me my party favours 
But nothing was sweet enough 

Didn't I flip you 
A thousand times or more 
Didn't I flip you 
A thousand times or more 
Didn't I flip you 
A thousand times or more 

My Soul My Soul My Soul